No one knows my politics like the postman
He brings me the radical rag
I bet the neighbors are wondering what I got in this bag.
They say the city virus broke its borders once again,
Fell down the lane,
Packed up and ran.
Where the doors all lock at nine
Every creak is like cannon fire.
Bridge
Late, Our hero John Wayne
Put guns in our living rooms, Gates around our names
Gave us a face, To join up and hate
Keep Tiny Town pure and safe.
(FILL 1)
Behind these bolts
There's a brewing revolt
And it rusts
In every one of us.
Behind these bolts
There's a brewing revolt
And it rusts
(FILL 2)